I have this fantasy of seeing Jack’s engorged cock working a pussy. I want to be within inches of the action. Given that mine is not detachable, I am going to need some help fulfilling this fantasy. I do want to see the head of his cock press against some delicate pink lips. I want to see him push inside those lips, forcing them open. I want to see his cock slip, consumed slowly by an eager wet hole. While he slides in, I want to see the pussy lips pulled ever so slightly inside, too, as his large cock drags past. Then as he pulls back out, shiny and wet, I want to see the lips pulled along his shaft, struggling to hold him and all of the juice inside. I want to see his cum dripping from her pussy. I want to lick it when it does.

We’re still, however, worried about getting someone else into bed with us, as there is inevitably some emotional/physical baggage that will hitch along. So, I thought, what about an artificial pussy, you know, practice? The stores you can walk into do not stock the large pussy and ass combos molded after some famous porn stars. We’ll have to mail order one of those (and we will). They did have a hand held model, made of the UR3 real-feel flesh and molded after Lexie Love. It would have to do, as I was not willing to wait.

I have to admit, I don’t just want to see Jack’s cock in a pussy, I want to smell it, taste it, feel it with my fingers and hear it. A toy has some drawbacks because there won’t be a girl pinning him under her. There won’t be her voice expressing her pleasure. I can’t kiss her, put my hand on the toy’s back and push her down on him, to press her breasts to him and ask her to lean in to taste his mouth.  A toy does not come with hands to guide his to her breasts. I won’t be able to watch her ass bounce on him.  I can’t join my hands with his on her ass. I can’t grab her hips and pull her onto him.  I can’t play with her back door. I want him to be crazed by watching girl-on-girl action live in his bed and he is invited to participate. I want to prepare her for him, getting her horny and wet. I want to hear him moan when he fully realizes he has himself a chance to thoroughly enjoy a whole new woman and a threesome. When he finally understands just how much I would enjoy it, I can’t wait to hear the sound of pleasure and relief that he can have this with no fear of hurting me. Ahhh.

Sigh, well, I made do.

Earlier, I made sure to wash off “Lexie” and place “her” in a very warm water bath. Most of the complaints about the masturbators is that they are not body temperature. The plastic flesh also has a scent. Some people found it off putting. I found it slightly sweet, almost perfumed, definitely the smell of an exotic long-chain monomer. The scent will apparently wear off (as will the pink coloring of the lips). The feel of it is very convincing, although the folds of the pussy do not give like a real one. You cannot pull back on the hood, for example and reveal a swollen clit. The interior is also ribbed for more friction, too ribbed for realism. The outer lips on this model are largely missing, so you do not have that swollen mound on either side of the pussy, where the interior parts of the erectile tissue of a woman are hidden. Note, the toy will not get wet on it’s own, so there is no such thing as too much lube.

Jack got me started with some oral and placing a bullet vibrator inside my lips. Next, I made him lie next to me so he could watch. I pulled out Lexie from where I was keeping her still warm, under my camisole, between my breasts. I put a little fruit-flavored lube on her lips and made a show of licking it off. I worked my tongue around the lips, around the clit. I pressed my lips to her to gently kiss and suck. Jack was clearly enjoying the show. I tongued her tight (!) hole a little. Then I covered my fingers and hand in lube. I fingered her hole, making her slick inside. I also reached down to rub lube up and down Jack’s hard member. For a moment, he could go from imagining to seeing me lick a pussy.

I had Jack lay back on the bed and I positioned myself kneeling between tense, muscular thighs. I played with his cock with my hand and then I took Lexie and just brushed her lips over his tip. She was soft, wet, tight and slippery, so I had to work to get the tip of him to slip into her hole for the first time. She was going to need to get stretched out a bit. When she slipped over his cock, his head was thrown back, eyes closed. He was writhing with pleasure. He let out an enormous exhale, “Ohhh.”

I used my mouth to lick the base of his shaft, tonguing the place where his cock met her lips. I also sucked and kissed his balls as I worked her up and down. Soon, she was stretched just enough to move her more easily and I began to really enjoy watching the show as I worked him. Jack moaned, groaned, rocked and said “Oh yes…” over and over. Listening to him, watching him I was having a hard time not coming. I did not want to miss a minute of what I was doing to him. His cock moving in and out of the stretched lips was a gorgeous sight. I could not help but touch and run my fingers along the point where he disappeared inside of her. The shape of the pussy when forced wide open to accept him, was delicious.

At times I would wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, only allowing his tip to penetrate Lexie. I could see as his tip worked in and out of the tight opening.  So for a few seconds, they could only fuck a little. He pushed up and I pushed Lexie hard against my hand. I imagined if she were a real woman, she would be begging for more, deeper. Then I flattened my hand and allowed her to sink all the way down, Her clit and outer lips grinding on my hand, pinning it between them. Every time I did this, Jack would arch his back and sigh contentedly. Periodically I would move her up to move in and lick, kiss and suck, then I would move out of the way and fuck him hard with her. One hand worked Lexie and the other explored them both. I could move her faster than a real woman, more like a mouth or a hand, or achingly slow.

Jack came hard. He came a lot. I pulled Lexie up and drank his cum eagerly. I licked it off of him, and her. Then I sank her back down onto him, to give him that delicious tight embrace of her pussy while he was still throbbing. I could feel him throbbing though her. I could see his balls move with the force of his ejaculation. I let myself go and came.

We both enjoyed Lexie twice last night. It was an erotic and satisfying experience. The second time, I made Jack come multiple times, probably more than he has come in a single session before. When I felt the ejaculation, I lifted her off and sucked him a bit. He was stunned and spent by the time I was (we were) done. It is an experience I highly recommend for any couple.

Jack and I go camping again. We have a very large tent that becomes an apartment when attached to our vehicle. It could accommodate many people and even allows someone as tall as Jack to stand up.

We arrive in a fairly secluded but well-accommodated camping ground, complete with electricity. To either side of us there are other campers, but through the brush and trees we can only hear them. The camp sites are open for viewing from the common roadway, and we occasionally pass our neighbors on the way to the amenities. There’s one attractive young couple to the north of us, and two attractive thirty-something women to the south. We manage to say “hi” in passing.

By the time the first evening comes around, we’ve grilled an excellent meal and tucked into a nice bottle of wine. We’re sitting close to the campfire, astride a picnic bench and facing each other. We start kissing and heavy petting, ignoring that we might be in full view of the road. The evening air is cool, but not cool enough to discourage mosquitoes, so we decide to move into the tent. We have the main room set up with a low table and cushions, with the mattress up inside the vehicle. It is cozy and we turn on a couple of electric lamps which illuminate and warm. We can hear the music from the camp site next to us. Why didn’t we think of a radio? Their music is distant but not bad.

Jack brought a plethora of toys to play with, one of which was a very sexy “truth or dare” game. No surprise, we always chose the dares which ranged from taking off articles of clothing to touching provocatively. “Move this article of clothing and lick someone.” “Kiss him/her here without hands.” “Open a button with your mouth.” The game never fails to excite.

Soon we’re on the mattress, rolling around and fucking away. Neither one of us is bothering to be quiet – we’re laughing, moaning and I am squealing. We’re away from home with no family to hear, so we can completely cut loose. The sound of the occasional well-placed swat and the resulting note of pleasure leave little to the imagination. Jack found that the SUV had many little hooks that provided great anchors for ropes with which to tie me up. The vehicle was moving and moving the tent with it. Somewhere in the fun, the music next door stopped.

The next late morning we decide to go for a short hike after breakfast. We pass the young couple at a scenic lookout. They recognize us, smile and say “Hi.” We wave and smile back. After a few hours, Jack decided we’d had enough of hiking and we went back to the facilities to shower together. The campground had nice private shower rooms with small dressing rooms attached. We soaped up, running our hands over each other until we were all covered in white foam and then decided to get in a quickie up against the wall of the shower. I am pretty flexible, so I stand on tiptoe for a while to accommodate Jack from behind. We were quiet, so no families would be disturbed. We came, rinsed and walked back to the camp site.

The music was playing again. We decided we were still very aroused and went inside the tent for some more petting, which led to some longer-term fucking, laying perpendicular, me on my back, lining up with Jack as he lay partially on his side. We can do this position comfortably for a long, long time. The tent would make occasional “twhap” sounds as the motion of the SUV make it flex and pop back into place. Although we are not screamers, we did not attempt to be quiet. The music next door had stopped again. Ravenous, we grilled up our dinner early, brewed a nice pot of strong coffee and lounged near the campfire to recharge.

Jack pulled a bottle of White Star out of the bottom of the cooler. He also had a sleeve of plastic champagne glasses. He assembled two and I giggled that he managed to pack them without my noticing. He said “I like how silly you get on champagne.” It is true, I am even less inhibited after a glass or so. A little while later our neighbors, the young couple, came walking over. He carried an apple pie and some paper plates. “Hi, we wanted to come over and share some dessert. You guys already ate dinner, too, right? We can’t eat this all by ourselves!” We were happy to help them with their pie. Jack offered coffee and champagne. They took us up on both.

We ate, drank and chatted into the early evening. The couple, Rachel and Nick, were young business professionals just barely in their 30s (although I would have guessed 20s), married for about 8 years. They also had a child, left at home with family. Rachel was a little bit taller than me, and slightly darker skinned, with medium-blonde hair to her shoulders. Nick was tall, with a lighter complexion, wavy light-brown hair, and fairly well built. They were easygoing and nice to chat with, but they did not seem to be very comfortable expressing affection in front of us. We, conversely were constantly touching, trying to keep it PG for our guests.

Again, the mosquitoes arrived. Jack said, “We have a nice large tent with a living room, you’re welcome to come inside and we can keep talking.” They looked at each other and agreed. Jack went in first to make sure it was “presentable.” We moved the party inside and everyone took up a spot on the floor of the tent, surrounding the low table, using the cushions scattered about. We continued to talk. Jack produced a bottle of white wine. Rachel and Nick had not camped much before, like us. I mentioned that we were still trying to figure out what to bring and do. We forgot a radio, but could hear their music and appreciated that they had it playing. Nick said, “You seem to be having a good time,” and smiled.

I immediately blushed and Jack rubbed my back and said “We like some time away together.” Rachel was looking at the box of “Truth or Dare” hanging in a mesh bag at the side of the tent. “Oh, that sounds fun,” she said. I looked over and said, “Well, yes it is, but it is R-rated.” She looked at me levelly “Is that bad, you know, among adults?” “No, not at all, would you two like to play?” Jack’s hand paused and he drew in his breath, surprised as hell that I said that. I added, “The dares can be just between couples…” She said, without blinking, “Alright.” We retrieved the box and set up the game.

We rolled dice to decide the order of play. Nick started. He chose truth, moved closer to Rachel and asked, “What is your favorite place to have sex?” She did not look up at him but took a drink. She said “The car.” “Really? That is nice to know.” He put his hand on hers. Jack and I exchanged glances. I was next. I chose truth and asked Nick, “Okay, what is your favorite place?” He looked me in the eye and said, “The shower.” Rachel said quietly, “Oh, yeah, that’s good, too.” Jack made an affirmative noise and gave my ass a pat. These two needed to have a little honest conversation. I went on, “They have some really nice clean, roomy showers here.” Rachel looked at Nick and smiled.

Rachel’s turn. “Truth. Alex, did you and Jack have sex in the shower?” “Yes.” Jack kissed my neck. She shifted a little, smiled and looked at her glass. Jack’s turn. He said “Dare,” and drew a card from the deck. “Remove something from someone using your teeth.” He looked me up and down and I did squirm a little self-consciously wondering what he would do. He moved forward, then leaned over me a bit to remove the pony tail holder, releasing my untamed hair. Rachel giggled and said, “That was too easy.” Jack looked over. “The game has just begun.” Everyone laughed and we all loosened up. The tent was definitely warming up.

After a few more rounds of fairly sexy truths like preferred positions and ideal fantasy dates, Rachel’s turn came up and she chose a dare. “Ask someone to compliment a part of your body.” She looked at each of us. She studied me for a moment and then asked Jack. Nick was a bit surprised, and I was instantly more aroused. Jack looked her over and she did not look away. He said, “You have nice legs.” “Chicken,” she said without hesitation. “I am a leg man, it is a compliment,” he replied. “Plus, I have not had a chance to see much else.” “The game is young,” I replied, touching his thigh.” Nick was clearly getting flushed, but it was not anger – he was staring at my tits, and then shifted to look at Rachel’s legs. “I have always liked your legs,” he said to her. She leaned to him for a kiss.

Jack picked dare, “Remove an article of clothing from yourself or someone else.” He dropped the card and immediately unbuttoned my shirt. I sat up on my knees. He then slowly opened it, ran his hands up my front pausing at my breasts, to slip his hands inside the top of the shirt. He slid it down my shoulders and arms. I was wearing a very tight, thin, sleeveless T underneath, but no bra. The T shirt had wrapped itself around my large breasts, shaping itself to my body. My nipples were hard. He discarded the shirt, pulled me towards him with a hand on the center of my back and kissed me. Nick sucked in breath and so did Rachel. Nick snatched up a card and said in a lower voice, “Dare.” “Kiss someone for more than 5 seconds below the neck.” He grabbed Rachel and kissed her on the neck and before we could protest that it had to be lower, he moved down, right between her C-cup breasts, his hands holding her arms at her sides. She arched her back and sighed. He was there for a bit more than 5 seconds. We watched as they were getting very aroused.

I was definitely wet, and convinced that Jack’s next step was to remove my shorts. My panties would have a growing wet area. My turn. I looked at each one of them, smiling as they waited for me to choose. “Truth,” I said. I paused again and they all looked at me expectantly. “Rachel, have you ever wanted to have sex in front of other people?” She was instantly breathless. “Yes.” Nick could not stop staring at the two of us. Rachel and I locked eyes and we both smiled. She inhaled and said, “We’ve been listening to you two having a good time over here and I have been thinking of it a lot.” “So that is why the music would stop.” “Yes.”

She grabbed a card, her eyes still locked on mine. She looked at the card, put it on the bottom of the deck, picked another. “Take off a piece of clothing.” She slowly took off her own pullover shirt to reveal a lacy, black bra. She had the complete attention of everyone in the tent. Jack, without picking up a card, said, “Dare…” and undid my shorts, laid me back on the cushions and pulled them off. There was no hiding any part of my arousal anymore. Nick said, “Dare” and removed Rachel’s pants. I laughed and said, “Dare” and removed Jack’s outer shorts. He was obviously hard. I moved in to straddle Jack, his hard-on in his undershorts grinding the wet area of my panties, and kissed him hard. His hands were up my shirt in a moment and it was whisked off over my head, freeing my breasts. I pulled off his shirt. Nick had removed all but his underwear he and Rachel were touching each other but watching us. We definitely did not care at this point. We were going to fuck, hard, and did not care who saw it. Actually, knowing that someone was watching was a major turn on.

Jack laid me back against the cushions and pressed down on top of me. I moaned and spread my legs for him. The ground was hard and Jack thought again, got up, took my hand and pulled me onto the mattress in the SUV instead. He removed my panties, his own shorts and pulled me on top of him as he sat with his back to the side of the truck. The nature of this mattress meant that I was given the extra couple of inches of support under my knees to straddle him and not have to crouch on my feet to move over him. I positioned myself over his cock and lowered myself onto him. His entire length slipped into my wet pussy very easily and he bottomed out inside of me. I arched back in pleasure. I bounced on him happily. He held my hips and he watched my bouncing tits. I felt someone come up behind me. Small delicate hands reached around in front of me to caress my nipples. I leaned back against Rachel. Her breath was hot in my ear. “You two are so hot to watch,” she whispered. I moaned and turned my head to the side. Rachel and I kissed. Nick positioned behind her, as she was up on her knees, behind me and between Jack’s legs. I could feel his hands graze my back as he ran his hands over her breasts. Jack was watching intently, moaning. His cock throbbed inside of me. His hands joined Rachel’s on my tits. Nick had obviously started fucking Rachel from behind and she began rocking against me, steadying herself with one hand on my hip. I leaned into Jack some more to give her room. Her other hand ran down my front, and fingertips grazed my clit and my pussy where Jack’s cock was sliding in and out. Jack felt this too and he obviously approved. One of his hands moved to my back, where he could periodically feel Rachel press against me. Nick was groaning and moving slowly in and out of Rachel and I felt his hand move to her breast then past my lower back to play with her clit. Her breasts were pushed against my back and she was moaning into my hair.

Nick shifted Rachel to lay her down on her back on the mattress and Jack moved his legs out the way and did the same with me. This mattress was bouncy and anything that any of us did, moved everyone. Jack entered me and Nick entered Rachel. My thigh was touching hers. My hands moved up over my head and brushed Rachel’s arm in passing. She also raised a hand and moved to hold hands with me. I turned to look at her and she was grinning at me. She was also regularly watching Jack and Nick. To get into a rhythm that was not disruptive on the mattress we all moved in unison, adjusting together to faster and harder thrusts. Rachel and I leaned in to kiss as the boys watched. We could feel their excitement and we kept it up until they came, again nearly at the same time. Rachel and I broke apart, came very loudly, and turned pay more attention to our partners.

We all moved to lay side-by-side a bit crowded on the mattress. Rachel and I were still sandwiched in the middle, but mostly facing away from each other. Wordless, we caressed our husbands. We all fell asleep in a pile. We woke up a short time later to feel a bit too cold to be naked. Nick and Rachel retired to their own tent. We planned to meet and go out someplace local for breakfast. Everyone had booked another night at the campground.

So far, I am not convinced this is compatible with marriage — at least not our marriage. Some people seem perfectly happy with their alternative relationships, many were not. I have to admit I am too educated in virology/bacteriology and epidemiology to casually dismiss concerns about disease. I am also a parent, so concerns for my health are matched with a need to be healthy and available to my kids well into their adulthood (and to leave them an healthy inheritance).

I was not thrilled by the average local swinger club. Here I found a number of “houses” where people could gather in a somewhat tired-looking environments to meet up with other members. The club would have you call as a couple, get an “invitation” to a party and pay a membership fee. Then you pack clothing, your own beverages, toys and what have you and arrive at your pre-arranged date to conceivably to participate in group sex, trade partners, watch or just have sex with each other at the party. So far as I could see, the houses themselves were sordid. If I am aroused enough I can have sex anywhere. If I am planning an encounter, I would like the place to be a bit less stale. Even if I was going to have an environment where the entire place is one real live fuckfest in which to get nasty with my husband, I would like for it to be either totally bohemian or a little more sybaritic. I think a bar with a skilled bartender would be nicer than a cooler of hard lemonade. Perhaps even snacks to keep up the energy? Perhaps more “destination” parties would be much more appealing. Vegas and the Caribbean come to mind…

Next I explored the blogs of open marriages, that regularly dabble in extramarital liaisons individually and occasionally together. In some cases the individual affairs occurred when the group event was no longer the new rush. Often, the writing represented the perspective of one partner, so some critical information on dual satisfaction was missing. Regularly, the writer did mention times when boundaries were crossed and conflict ensued.

I wonder if you are really going to make one-sided relationships with people for a rush, isn’t it like a drug? Won’t you want it to keep getting more titillating? Won’t sneaking out on your partner or maybe having the encounters you do not have sanctioned become the next logical step in this process? It seems that breaking the “rules” set down in the beginning as boundaries for the activity were now reaching a point where they were the new, tantalizing forbidden fruit. Now he was sneaking out, doing chicks at the office, having secret partners, and/or or looking at her non-swinger friends with an eye for seduction. He was less concerned about her opinion of his partners. She was seeking her long-term boyfriend in new secret ways, more intimate places, secretly fucking her boss or slyly dabbling in the guy next door. She was craving more time with these men in more dangerous or un-agreed to ways and feeling betrayal if her casual flings had other casual flings.

It was not surprising at all to find that hurt feelings were occurring within many of these arrangements, even though all of them insisted the lifestyle prevented them. These feelings did not seem all that different to me to those you might have if your partner in a closed marriage cheated.

I thought the nearly universal “don’t fall in love, or stop seeing them,” rule was jarring. Jack had an interesting observation: if one of the rules is “break it off if you fall in love,” what part of themselves is this person denying, crushing by doing that? What are you doing to yourself if you regularly open up to the possibility of love and then kill it? It seems that the natural human inclination to bond would get burned out. I don’t think I could completely detach emotionally from anyone that I had fucked repeatedly and had come to crave. At some point he/she would start talking about his/her life and at some point Jack or I might start to give a shit. That sounds like dangerous ground.

Other possibilities for a dedicated couple are encounters with clean and experienced professionals that practice total detachment and strict boundaries. I saw an interesting episode of the Diary of a Call Girl. Here Belle and Ben helped a couple get reconnected, by essentially starting them in a foursome. Early into the swapped-couple foreplay, the husband could not take his eyes off of his wife. He stood up and joined his wife in the bed and Belle and Ben carefully withdrew, watched and pretended to do the same on the same bed. The couple had the foursome excitement, but renewed their attraction to each other.

Other intriguing idea is to attend sex parties for the ability to watch others and fuck each other in public. Here I think the environment might be exceptionally stimulating if the expectations of each person were clearly outlined ahead of time. It might be very good fantasy fodder. Again, I am sure Vegas would oblige.

I might like to have encounters with a couple that is also strictly monogamous, but interested in frankly sexual content, discussions and in separate, parallel play nearby. Making love in the presence of others that are clearly in love with each other and also enjoying each other would have its own distinct thrill.

I have more research to do.

Find a moment today for some of this. Someone near you really wants some.

More later

He returns a little later and I hear that he is not alone. I hear him undressing, I hear a sexy woman’s say “ooh” and the voice asks for help with a zipper. I hear the zipper, a long one like at the back of a dress. There is rustling. She asks him, “May I start with her?” He says “Please.”

I hear someone sit in the chair just at the end of the bed, to my right. Someone moves in front of me, positioned between my knees. A soft hand caresses my hair, sliding under to hold the back of my neck. I automatically arch my back and raise my face to have a pair of lips press against mine. I kiss back. A tongue gently licks my lips, teeth gently bite my lower lip. I moan and open my mouth. She begins to kiss much harder and the tongue probes my mouth. I suck on it and use my tongue on her mouth. To my right I hear Jack shift position and groan a little. I smell the faint smell of a new perfume. I reach up with my hands to explore her body. She stops kissing me.

She takes my left hand and wraps a restraint around my wrist. She gently guides me with her hands to lay on my back, on the bed and she ties the other end of the restraint to the bed. She climbs on top of me, takes my right hand and does the same. Her body is pressing against my stomach, chest and arm, as she ties and pulls my arm taught. She leaves my legs free. Then she straightens, still straddling my hips and then leans over me. I feel long hair brushing my chest and shoulders. I feel breasts that are obviously large grazing mine. I feel muscular, but soft thighs over my hips. I feel her breath. She begins to kiss my neck. I am squirming and moaning and pulling on the restraints. Jack moans “oh my God.”

She works her way down my body with her mouth and hands, kissing, pausing to nibble and suck. I can feel her hair and her breasts slide down against me. She pauses on each nipple, which are almost painfully erect. At this point I am so wet I have to be dripping. I am arching my back, spreading my legs wide, moaning. She is quietly working to my stomach, to my inner thigh. She stops to breathe on my pussy, I am dying with anticipation. She reaches one finger to my above my clit, touches it gently and slides it down my slit slowly pushing inside my lips. She pauses again, at my hungry hole, I am trying to push against her finger. Then I feel her getting up, but she is not leaving the bed. She gets on her knees so her ass is in the air facing the end of the bed, where Jack is watching. His breathing is fast. Her hands slide under me, to grasp my ass. She lowers her face to my pussy and again pauses to breathe on me and make me wait. I moan and she drives her tongue between my lips. She sucks my clit viciously and runs her tongue inside my slit. I am twisting, arching and moaning with ecstasy. I come explosively.

I hear Jack get up and I hear a sharp slap. He spanks her ass hard enough that I feel it. She moans for the first time, right into me. She starts to tongue fuck me. Jack spanks her some more. Then his hand remains on her ass and it slides down to her juicy, shiny cunt. He quickly slips a finger down to her clit. She pushes her ass up, against his hand. I feel her knees shift apart. She moans into me and eats my pussy harder. He rubs her clit a little but he is not about to take his time. He is so hard and hot that he is ready to explode. He fingers her hot wet hole, he tries two fingers to find the fit is tight. I hear him moan, grab a condom, tear the wrapper with his teeth and spit out the package. She moans loudly and begins to finger me while licking my clit again. I feel when Jack grabs her, for a moment her face lifts up away from me. He begins to fuck her pussy hard from behind. She needs both hands to steady herself for the first few thrusts. She lets out a little excited scream and says “Oh, YES!.” Then she returns to eating me, but this time every time he rams into her ass, her face rams into me. I immediately come again, and I say “Fuck her hard!” He obliges for a little more until she comes, arching away from me again. Then he pulls out of her, moves her into position over me and I feel her lay breasts against mine. She kisses me and starts to kiss my neck and earlobe. I hear him tear off the condom and feel him get onto the bed. He climbs forward, makes her straddle me so he can get position between my quivering legs. He enters me, pressing her forward against me. When she bends to kiss me, I feel him fondling our breasts. He thrusts a few more times and comes into me, literally growling. I join him, I am arching and lifting my ass as much as I can to pull him into me and we’re pressing her between us.

She bends to kiss me again, gets up and I hear her dressing. She kisses Jack , he zips her zipper and she leaves the room. I never saw her. Jack kisses me a bit all over and releases the wrist restraints. I run my hands up and down his body. He is sweaty and warm and his muscles are hard. He removes my blindfold and lays next to me, one leg over my thigh. We look at each other, kiss and caress each other. We spend the rest of the night playing gently in between brief periods of satisfied sleep.

More later

I had fun sucking Jack’s cock the other day while he watched a strip-tease video on u-tube on my iPhone. I picked the video out for him. It was obviously a girl that knows how to do the tease. She happened to have a very nice ass that tantalizingly framed her tight underwear-clad pussy when she bent over (if somewhat disappointing tits). Geez, I wanted to take off her underwear. It makes me very turned on to know that I put this video in his head and he can get a hard on thinking about it. He can go back and look at it again and get off. I’ll be happy to suck him again if he wants to repeat the entire experience. I am in no way jealous that this girl gave him a thrill. I am thrilled, too.

Adding people to the bed is not something that we are planning (ever? yet?) and I know it is a move that involves a lot of risk. I don’t want to tank the relationship. I don’t want to introduce our life to someone untrustworthy or overly needy that cannot respect the boundaries of our relationship. I cannot risk our sex life interfering with the innocent and normal development of our kids. Let’s face it, even grown up, outside of their very existence, the kids never need to have any tangible evidence of our sex life. I definitely do not want to risk an STD or another lifelong illness. I have been careful and lucky enough to have not contracted so much as strep B from previous partners. I really do not want emotional entanglements that interfere with sex, our marriage, work, our platonic friends, health or our family. I don’t want to be ripped off.

I also thought hard about the sense of heterosexuality. I am securely hetero. I think what that means is that I want to pair bond and reproduce with my husband. I think a penis attached to someone masculine is very integral to my overall satisfaction. Casual sex? I think it can probably cross gender boundaries and not really affect your pair bond inclination. I believe that other than those people that “bat for the other team” after molestation and assault, sexual preference is an artifact of DNA, ingrained at birth. Do I get turned on looking at a woman? No, not really. I find I can evaluate her attributes rather clinically. Clearly if she is naked and behaving sexually I think of sex. I think of having the same experience she is having. What about having sexual contact with a woman? Would that be satisfying? Being a woman-on-woman virgin, I would have to say I think so, but mostly if Jack was there to participate and be turned on by it. Sexual contact is inherently pleasurable. Having someone explore and touch you, lick you, kiss you, suck you is pretty much always a good time. I think that for real pleasure, I want Jack to be watching. I want him to be absolutely, totally, crazy excited. I want him to have trouble deciding what to suck, grab or fuck next. I want him to be exhausted and satisfied to his very soul with two of us resting on his spent form. Maybe we’ll continue playing with each other, quietly fingering, kissing and caressing while he sleeps. After he sleeps for a while, maybe we’ll wake him up with two eager mouths exploring his cock. That excites me.

Emotional issues are a whole other consideration. What does happen to you when you do see your sig other boning a hot chick and they’re having a screaming good time? Is it as hot and sexy as it sounds or is it alarming? I imagine wanting to finally talk to someone else about how great he is. Akin to the thrill of writing about it and sharing it with you. I think that being in the same bed and participating makes this a very different experience from say walking in on them in full swing or wondering where he is on a Friday night. What happens to him if he sees you writhing with pleasure under some other woman or dude? I am betting there is a big difference for him if it is a woman.

I am not so insecure that I think that I will be suddenly found lacking in bed if Jack has other experiences. He has had other experiences and has chosen to stay here for two decades. I know how to fuck and I know how to make a man come, repeatedly. Are there other ways, other sensations other than mine that will make him come? Of course there are. Will he thoroughly enjoy a new pussy, ass, mouth, tits? Yes he will and he will think/dream about them fondly. Does Jack like to look at other women? Uh huh. Will she do it differently from me? Most certainly. None of this is concerning to me. I am sure I would bring up the events to add excitement to the times where we are alone and fantasizing. Am I missing something?

He has also expressed a fantasy of a party in which I am served up as a blindfolded and bound hors d’oeuvre for anyone that enters a particular room. I think if I could feel that there is some safety — personal and in our relationship, the notion of being fucked repeatedly by a lot of anonymous cock would be fun. I like cock and can generally go for hours. Having the cock disengaged with any other relationship to the strange man is appealing. Vibrators may feel nice, but there is nothing like a hot, throbbing cock to fill a pussy right. I also like the sensation of balls hitting me as the cock is being forced inside of me. Jack would of course get to start me and finish me off and enjoy what would be a very wet and swollen pussy.

I think that whatever we end up doing over the course of our sex lives, it will probably all be good if we stick together and experience it together. Right now, it is very, very fun to fantasize.

More later.